Write a four line poem about something or someone that is: unwanted.
It rained all the way to Penticton this morning, but thankfully it stopped right around opening. Clouds kept the sun away the rest of the time, but at least they didn't insist on dumping rain on us.
The berries went quickly, as expected, and the plants sold decently. Overall it was a pretty good market, all things considered.
I am flattered,
I must admit it...
But hourly flowers?
You have to quit it!